Every Storm Runs Out of Rain

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A SHORT STORY

I feel like I’m in the midst of a massive change.

Lately, I’ve been seeking solace in poetry—a place where I can overhear myself saying the things I wasn’t ready to say.

Poetry has always been my anchor in times of transition. When my mom was sick, I memorized Rumi’s The Guest House. When she passed, it was Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye.

These poems weren’t just words; they became a part of me. I carried them in my body, much like I’ve carried Hamlet’s soliloquies. I would recite them as I walked down the street, their lines like comforting companions in uncertain times.

Lately, I’ve been holding onto a story about Maya Angelou. She once told a journalist to write something down on his notebook paper:

“Every storm runs out of rain.”

It stays with you, doesn’t it?

As I navigate my own sea of change, I’ve found myself repeating these words like a mantra. They’ve been a quiet, steady comfort, reminding me that this too shall pass.

I hope they can offer you the same solace they’ve given me:

“Every storm runs out of rain.”

What words or phrases have been your anchor during times of change?

A CREATIVE TOOL

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A PIECE OF ART

“Continue” by Maya Angelou

My wish for you
Is that you continue

 Continue

To be who and how you are
To astonish a mean world
With your acts of kindness

 Continue

To allow humor to lighten the burden
Of your tender heart

 Continue

In a society dark with cruelty
To let the people hear the grandeur
Of God in the peals of your laughter

 Continue

To let your eloquence
Elevate the people to heights
They had only imagined

 Continue

To remind the people that
Each is as good as the other
And that no one is beneath
Nor above you

 Continue

To remember your own young years
And look with favor upon the lost
And the least and the lonely

 Continue

To put the mantle of your protection
Around the bodies of
The young and defenseless

 Continue

To take the hand of the despised
And diseased and walk proudly with them
In the high street
Some might see you and
Be encouraged to do likewise

 Continue

To plant a public kiss of concern
On the cheek of the sick
And the aged and infirm
And count that as a
Natural action to be expected

 Continue

To let gratitude be the pillow
Upon which you kneel to
Say your nightly prayer
And let faith be the bridge
You build to overcome evil
And welcome good

 Continue

To ignore no vision
Which comes to enlarge your range
And increase your spirit

 Continue

To dare to love deeply
And risk everything
For the good thing

 Continue

To float
Happily in the sea of infinite substance
Which set aside riches for you
Before you had a name

 Continue

And by doing so
You and your work
Will be able to continue
Eternally

Grateful,

Michael